Part 2
The storm outside seemed to have only gotten worse. With two people dead, things weren't looking very bright for every one else anyways. Not wanting to worry about tripping over the corpses, they all decided to move the bodies into a vacant sitting room. After moving the bodies, the guests, the butler and the staff then migrated into the grand entrance/hallway. "What do we do now?" Anastasia asked, a bit of panic in her tone. "We figure out who this 'Charles Mansfield' is," James said. He said that, but the guests all recognized the name, someone from their own individual past, though they never actually saw his face. They all had certainly done something to offend him, but they couldn't quite place their fingers on it. After a few minutes, they decided to do a Scooby-Doo: Split up instead of sticking together. The cooking staff split off into pairs, Mr. Westwick went with a maid, James and Henry, Anastasia with Julian and Charlotte, and Mr. Wizrad by himself (trying to look manly now that he was a single man again). They all began to search the house for clues and the killer.
James and Henry searched the guest bedrooms and what they believed to be Charles Mansfield's room. They found nothing in the guest bedrooms, at least nothing of interest that is. But when they got to Mansfield's room, it looked like it hadn't been used, or as a matter of fact even opened, in quite a few years. There was a portrait of Charles above the fireplace, and they finally thought they'd get to see his face, unfortunately the face on the painting had been ripped off. Henry had a feeling that figuring out what the killer looked like wouldn't be that easy. They rummaged through the drawers of the dresser, ransacked the closet, inspected the private bathroom, but found nothing. Feeling a bit frustrated, James smacked a wall lamp. Much to both James and Henry's surprise, the portrait above the fireplace opened into a secret hallway. Feeling curious and excited that they had finally found something, James climbed up. He helped Henry up and led the way into the secret hallway, with Henry following nervously behind...
Anastasia and the two children searched the enormous library. Charlotte complained of being tired and wanting mommy, Julian told her to be patient and tried his best to explain that their mother wouldn't be coming back. Anastasia felt a bit suspicious of Julian who didn't seem that heartbroken, especially since she had read an article about some children who have murderous tendencies not that long ago. But then again, he had no motive to kill Mrs. Wizrad, though his mother was a drunk who was not really fit to be a caregiver. She was so engrossed in thought about this that she hadn't noticed the children leaving the room. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone screaming in pain from the basement...
Mr. Westwick and a maid named Gloria were searching the courtyard with umbrellas in hand and flashlights in the other. Mr. Westwick didn't think the killer would hide in the courtyard, but it was a good idea to search everywhere first, because it was like his dear old mum used to say, "Whenever you're looking for something, always check the most unlikely places first. If it's not there then you were most likely robbed you twit! Now go buy me some cigars." He began to think of his mother and London where he had grown up. He chuckled to himself a bit as he remembered his mother's very man-ish voice and features, when he heard someone screaming from the basement. He looked up to look for Gloria, but she was no where in sight. He figured she had run into the house first, and decided he should go too. If only he had looked for her, because then maybe poor Gloria wouldn't be dead under a bush right now...
Mr. Wizrad had such bad luck that he had to search the basement. It was so dusty down there that his allergies were acting up. He regretted having gone to search by himself, because he was now ever so paranoid. Every time he heard a scuffling noise he thought it might be the killer, but it was merely just some common household mice that squeaked when he turned to look. He would sigh in relief and laugh a bit at how silly it was for him to get so worked up over nothing. He thought of his wife's untimely death, and missed her, since they had been married for quite a few years now. But he had been lusting after Anastasia since early this evening when she walked in the door. He began to fantasize about Anastasia leaving those little brats and coming down here with him. He heard someone approach from behind and lost a bit in his fantasy, thought it was Anastasia. When he turned around all giggly and smiley, his face turned into horror as he realized who it was. "It was YOU!" George exclaimed. He tried making a dash for the staircase, but with his size he had no stamina or leg power, so he tripped. He met his end at the hand of a butcher and his knife...
Everyone ran into the basement to find the slaughtered remains of one Mr. George Wizrad, and a note, no doubt that it was left by the killer who was no where in sight. The note read as such: "I have struck once more. I am beginning to wonder just how dull you all are, since you haven't figured it out yet. Perhaps a headcount is in order? Hopefully that will narrow it down for you." The counted who was there, and who wasn't. The cooking staff, Anastasia, and Mr. Westwick were there. The only ones absent from this were James, Henry, Julian, Charlotte, and the maid named Gloria...
END OF PART 2.
The storm outside seemed to have only gotten worse. With two people dead, things weren't looking very bright for every one else anyways. Not wanting to worry about tripping over the corpses, they all decided to move the bodies into a vacant sitting room. After moving the bodies, the guests, the butler and the staff then migrated into the grand entrance/hallway. "What do we do now?" Anastasia asked, a bit of panic in her tone. "We figure out who this 'Charles Mansfield' is," James said. He said that, but the guests all recognized the name, someone from their own individual past, though they never actually saw his face. They all had certainly done something to offend him, but they couldn't quite place their fingers on it. After a few minutes, they decided to do a Scooby-Doo: Split up instead of sticking together. The cooking staff split off into pairs, Mr. Westwick went with a maid, James and Henry, Anastasia with Julian and Charlotte, and Mr. Wizrad by himself (trying to look manly now that he was a single man again). They all began to search the house for clues and the killer.
James and Henry searched the guest bedrooms and what they believed to be Charles Mansfield's room. They found nothing in the guest bedrooms, at least nothing of interest that is. But when they got to Mansfield's room, it looked like it hadn't been used, or as a matter of fact even opened, in quite a few years. There was a portrait of Charles above the fireplace, and they finally thought they'd get to see his face, unfortunately the face on the painting had been ripped off. Henry had a feeling that figuring out what the killer looked like wouldn't be that easy. They rummaged through the drawers of the dresser, ransacked the closet, inspected the private bathroom, but found nothing. Feeling a bit frustrated, James smacked a wall lamp. Much to both James and Henry's surprise, the portrait above the fireplace opened into a secret hallway. Feeling curious and excited that they had finally found something, James climbed up. He helped Henry up and led the way into the secret hallway, with Henry following nervously behind...
Anastasia and the two children searched the enormous library. Charlotte complained of being tired and wanting mommy, Julian told her to be patient and tried his best to explain that their mother wouldn't be coming back. Anastasia felt a bit suspicious of Julian who didn't seem that heartbroken, especially since she had read an article about some children who have murderous tendencies not that long ago. But then again, he had no motive to kill Mrs. Wizrad, though his mother was a drunk who was not really fit to be a caregiver. She was so engrossed in thought about this that she hadn't noticed the children leaving the room. She snapped out of her thoughts when she heard someone screaming in pain from the basement...
Mr. Westwick and a maid named Gloria were searching the courtyard with umbrellas in hand and flashlights in the other. Mr. Westwick didn't think the killer would hide in the courtyard, but it was a good idea to search everywhere first, because it was like his dear old mum used to say, "Whenever you're looking for something, always check the most unlikely places first. If it's not there then you were most likely robbed you twit! Now go buy me some cigars." He began to think of his mother and London where he had grown up. He chuckled to himself a bit as he remembered his mother's very man-ish voice and features, when he heard someone screaming from the basement. He looked up to look for Gloria, but she was no where in sight. He figured she had run into the house first, and decided he should go too. If only he had looked for her, because then maybe poor Gloria wouldn't be dead under a bush right now...
Mr. Wizrad had such bad luck that he had to search the basement. It was so dusty down there that his allergies were acting up. He regretted having gone to search by himself, because he was now ever so paranoid. Every time he heard a scuffling noise he thought it might be the killer, but it was merely just some common household mice that squeaked when he turned to look. He would sigh in relief and laugh a bit at how silly it was for him to get so worked up over nothing. He thought of his wife's untimely death, and missed her, since they had been married for quite a few years now. But he had been lusting after Anastasia since early this evening when she walked in the door. He began to fantasize about Anastasia leaving those little brats and coming down here with him. He heard someone approach from behind and lost a bit in his fantasy, thought it was Anastasia. When he turned around all giggly and smiley, his face turned into horror as he realized who it was. "It was YOU!" George exclaimed. He tried making a dash for the staircase, but with his size he had no stamina or leg power, so he tripped. He met his end at the hand of a butcher and his knife...
Everyone ran into the basement to find the slaughtered remains of one Mr. George Wizrad, and a note, no doubt that it was left by the killer who was no where in sight. The note read as such: "I have struck once more. I am beginning to wonder just how dull you all are, since you haven't figured it out yet. Perhaps a headcount is in order? Hopefully that will narrow it down for you." The counted who was there, and who wasn't. The cooking staff, Anastasia, and Mr. Westwick were there. The only ones absent from this were James, Henry, Julian, Charlotte, and the maid named Gloria...
END OF PART 2.